Dating
I fell in love with a married man who secretly have a crush on me
It was in the mid summer of August when I started a new job at the asylum nearest to my residency. The job seemed frightening at first when I went in for orientation, but then interesting when I pause a look at the unusual photos on the wall of the facility while passing down the many corodors it has.
By Carrie Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Red Rendezvous
The hot water felt incredible. First hitting my scalp, the water running over my hair, a rush of warmth felt all down my back. Sighing out loud, I marveled at how this could possibly be the best shower I’d ever, ever had in my life- in all my 34 years of showering? My mind contorted into numbers, trying to work out that answer - but mathematics had never been my forte. Inwardly rolling my eyes at myself and my overthinking, I turned to face the other wall and just immerse myself in the moment.
By Eli Johnston5 years ago in Confessions
Golden Elixir
Perfection? Sometimes it seems as though this world is too damn perfect! The sky was of a heavy gray and all happened so perfectly, I mean, if the little boy down the street would not have died that morning, then Sandra, his school teacher, would not have met Lorie’s dad at the funeral. It seemed like his coffin was glowing with light by the way the sun stroke the wood. My heart was crushed yet the way the pain pulled my insides assured me how I am filled with life. And the way the birds flew from the forest’s backdrop scene, it seemed like his soul flew out of this realm to reach the unseen. Perfection then must embrace episodes of sourness.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Confessions
Aussie Afghan
I was a newly single mum! Living in a government owned house, in a middle class area, close to the city and major routes. I had the kids during the week and they visited their father on the weekends. I started studying my dream career and was pretty much busy all week taking care of my kids, my house, appointments and tafe. But being a woman in my early thirties, I had needs that needed to be met. I was interested in dating and getting out in the world (when the kids were away). I was trying to loose weight the sexy way and tried my luck on several dating apps. After many successful attempts ( and some weirdos) and many sexy dates, I still found myself craving something more. Must have been the thirteen years marriage I had with one man. I was missing falling asleep in a steady, warm, loving embrace. Feeling safe and secure from the moment the sun disappears until it rises again. Many around me were hooked on a lover. Even my parents had survived the ups and downs, finances, health, insecurities and disruptions of life. But somehow I was a victim of emotional abuse and had the strength to stand up and push away. It killed me mentally, emotionally. It pulled me through emotions that had been hidden deep inside and had me hating, cursing and angry past the point of control. But somehow dating strangers helped me to feel alive, free and wanted. Talking to guys and having them respond was an addiction that was feeding the worthiness that I truly desired. Sex was just an emotional connection, but conversation was my intellectual existence. With dating apps, guys wanted me, even after sex some still talked with me. A big curvy (overweight/obese) female was wanted and it felt good to be wanted by so many. Even my best friend gave me the name of the site she used to find her sensitive new age guy.
By Perth Local Guide5 years ago in Confessions
Dating Disaster
Counterintuitive to the purpose of online dating, I, generally, do not reach out to or swipe right on anyone when I resort to this method of courting. The clear fact that makes me engage in this type of torture is the acknowledgment I will not meet anyone in his or her natural habitat or in mine, especially during a pandemic. However, prior to this self-imposed virus fearing abstinence, I was not the most sociable or observant when I was out doing day-to-day tasks. If a single person fell out of a tree in front of me, I would most likely step over him while engrossed in TikTok videos.
By Amy Solt5 years ago in Confessions
The "Igloo Experience"
I slid chopsticks into the bun on top of my head as the final touches to my oriental hairstyle. Bright green Eastern dragons laced my black see through birthday dress. Matched perfectly with my new clunky combat boots. I felt powerful, and ready for the "Igloo Experience", a date I reserved a month prior. I had a weird feeling about it as the night finally approached. Now I know it was my intuition teling me this night would not go as planned...at all. As a reward for survivng, I promised myself I would not repeat what happened that night. No regrets.
By Sydni Fantroy5 years ago in Confessions
No love lost
When I was 22 I was at the tail end of a few terrible relationships, and I remember talking to my mum about it. I said: "I wish the universe would just do me a solid and help me meet someone decent for a change!" No kidding, complete honesty, several seconds after I said this my mums front door opened. In walks a family friend who was coming to visit, and unbeknownst to us, she had brought someone along. As she walked through the door, a young, beautiful girl came in behind her. The family friend said hello and announced herself, but the moment I locked eyes with the girl it was as if fireworks exploded and we couldn't hear anything. As I shook her hand and introduced myself, she let loose a smile that lit up the room, and that was that as they say.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Confessions
Hard Choices
“Okay guys, let's get to it! “ I rolled my eyes at my manager's comment. It’s eight in the morning. He needs to find some kind of chill. I was up listening to my friend complain about how hard it was to be single all night and I was exhausted. Like most days here in the office I was ready to go home.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
Dirty Little Secret
I believe that everyone needs to allow themselves a safe place to write or somehow tell a secret that they might have sitting in the back of their head eating away at them. Secrets that might make your shoulders heavier than they should be. As I'm writing this I have decided that this is the place I'd like to write out a little confession of mine that I will probably never tell another soul. I do feel a little guilty about said confession, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
By Alexis Bellaw5 years ago in Confessions
On The Catwalk
On any given Friday night during this extended lockdown, you can find me drinking alone in my apartment. This might sound pathetic and downright sad, and that's because it is. A far cry from my youth, I stay in and entertain myself via increasingly pitiful means these days.
By Reptile Dysfunction 5 years ago in Confessions
